Today, it will definitely be written into history books, because today, the Ming Dynasty conquered Jerusalem and conquered this so-called holy city!

It is even equivalent to conquering European civilization!

War is a continuation of politics. Perhaps in this era, there was no such sentence, but the generals knew the truth and knew how to make a choice.

"Okay, Jerusalem is ours."

Li Dingguo smiled and then said to the people around him.

"From today on all of us, we will have an additional identity as a conqueror of Jerusalem."

In fact, Li Dingguo is also quite vain, and he cannot refuse some titles and honors.

How many people can reject such titles and honors?

But for ordinary warriors at the forefront, they have no energy to care about all this, nor do they understand the significance of such titles and honors to the country and individuals.

For them, war is a close-range fight, killing the enemy or being killed by the enemy. If you want to survive, you must kill the enemy in front of you.

This is how war is, either you die or I live.

Faced with the attack of the Ming army, the Tianfang defenders on the city wall were quickly driven down.

Although the city was broken, the people of Tianfang did not flee. They resisted the Ming army's attack in every corner of the city, and even Mufti Farouk joined the ranks of battle. He led a team of men to fight and retreat in the streets of the city. He did not choose to give up because of the failure of the city defense.

Even such street fighting was more beneficial to them. After all, they were more familiar with the city and were more vulgar and powerful. In such street fighting, the fierce artillery fire of the Ming army lost its effect.

Such battles are often a battle between life and will.

"Keep distance. Don't let them get closer!"

While the enemy was trying to approach, Mou Guoxi fired and directed the battle.

His arms were bleeding, but he didn't have time to bandage the wound!

After repelling the counterattack of this group of Tianfang people, Mou Guoxi, who was carrying a rifle, felt his hands and gun body were a little slippery. He grabbed a handful of soil and rubbed the blood on the gun, and then led the soldiers to chase the enemy again.

After advancing for a while, I found that the enemies in front of me gathered into a group.

He held the broken wall, endured the pain, and pointed the gun at the enemy and shot.

In the back seat of the gun body, he saw the bullet he shot into the belly of a Tianfang man. The Tianfang man was very tall and bearded, wearing a blue cloth scarf, holding a scimitar in his right hand and a musket in his left hand. At the moment he was shot, he seemed to be hit hard by a rapier, and the man suddenly fell backwards.

Another man's head was smashed by bullets, and the flying bullets even dragged his white turban. However, although his head was broken, the man ran forward two or three steps before falling down. More people were directly hit in the chest or fell down in the back.

After the soldiers knocked down dozens of Tianfang people in a messy volley, Mou Guoxi pointed at the Tianfang people who rushed from the street and said loudly.

"Shit a volley!"

With a command, dozens of soldiers immediately lined up in three rows, some squatted, some stood, and some half knelt. They aimed at the Tianfang people, and another volley shot, and dozens of people fell in front of them. Facing their volley, the Tianfang people were not idle either. They also lined up in groups to fight back with flintlock rifles, but the correct head of the smoothbore rifle was really touching. A hundred meters apart, they could not bring them effective damage at all. So again, the Tianfang people tried to approach with muskets, but their attempts were exchanged for a bunch of bullets, and there was no progress at all except for dropping a piece of corpse.

"That's it, let them rush over! Press and fight!"

Although Mou Guoxi's heart was very calm, he was also very excited, especially when he saw a man from Tianfang who finally rushed to thirty or forty meters away from them, his head was shattered by bullets and then fell to the ground. Looking at the splashing blood mist, an uncontrollable excitement emerged in his heart.

It seems that this is what he is pursuing!

Isn’t this kind of battle he pursues? Such a vivid battle, whether life or death, is it!

This is war!

However, the people of Tianfang would never sit there and be beaten. After several failures in frontal attacks, they began other attempts. They even rushed out of the roof and from the broken walls. Soon, the queue shooting once again turned into close combat.

In street fighting, this is even inevitable. Facing the crowds of enemies, Mou Guoxi and others occasionally threw out grenades, and then leaned on the broken walls and ruins to shoot against the enemy. When the enemy approached, they resolutely held the bayonets and killed the enemy, just like a tiger descending the mountain, capturing those streets controlled by the people of Tianfang.

Of course, in such a fight, casualties are always inevitable. After several rounds of rushing, there were less than sixty people left by Mou Guoxi. Whenever a warrior was killed or injured, he would shout.

"Grenades, grenades, bring their grenades..."

For the attacking Ming army, grenades are the most effective weapon. They can not only bring effective damage to groups of enemies, but also disperse the enemy's front and create opportunities for the attack on their own sides.

However, the number of grenades that each person carries is limited. When a brother is injured or killed, his grenades must be brought with him.

Just as they rushed through a street, as soon as they turned, Mou Guoxi was shocked to see a cannon facing them in the middle of the street.

"cannon!"

While he shouted this and fell to the ground, he only saw a ball of white smoke burst out from the gun mouth of the Tianfang people. With the deafening sound of cannons, hundreds of shotguns flew over. The moment he lay on the ground, Mou Guo liked to feel a hot stream of heat sweeping over his body, knocking everything around him to fly around.

And the soldiers near him who did not react were instantly knocked down five or six. Each of them was at least several bullets, and the bloody red blood instantly dyed their yellow military uniforms red, and blood gushed out along the bullet holes.

The sudden shelling caught Mou Guoxi and the others off guard. However, they did not lie there and let the Tianfang people shoot, but quickly rolled into the broken walls on the side of the road, then picked up their guns and shot them at the Tianfang gunner in the middle of the road.

Compared to them, the people of Tianfang were stunned by the Ming army's reaction. Qi Qi stared at the smoke-filled muzzle with his eyes wide open. The gunner loading the shotgun had fallen into a pool of blood. They looked confused and didn't even understand what was going on.

At this moment, the bullets fired by the Ming army fell on them again, knocking them down five or six people in succession. It was not until this time that the Tianfang people reacted and all bowed to avoid the bullets fired by the Ming army.

"Wu Linhai, take a few brothers, climb over the wall from the side, and use grenades to deal with their cannons!"

Mou Guoxi shouted loudly.

For the offensive troops, the biggest threat is not the crazy Tianfang people, but the cannons on the streets. The shotguns fired by the cannons can cover the entire street and penetrate the bodies of the soldiers hundreds of meters away.

However, facing those cannons, the officers and soldiers of the Ming Dynasty would not stand there and be beaten. While suppressing the Turkish artillery with rifles, several soldiers would bring grenades to the nearby ruins and scatter a few grenades at them.

Almost as several balls of smoke were blown out near the Turkish cannon, Mou Guoxi shouted.

"Follow me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed towards the Turks like a flash of lightning, holding a rifle and a bayonet in both hands.

However, in just a blink of an eye, he had already entered the middle of the Turks that day. Without waiting for the other party to react, the bayonet sank into the Turks' chest.

Behind him, a group of Ming soldiers, who were like wolves and tigers, rushed over. However, after just the time of meeting, there were a lot of corpses on the ground.

Bayonet charge!

The Ming army has always been a masterpiece, and this kind of fighting style is not what the Turks are good at. In fact, they have just learned to use bayonets instead of long hair.

However, their bayonets have no rules at all when used. They do not have a set of spear stabbing techniques that originated from later generations like the Ming army.

After easily solving these Turks, the soldiers used bayonets to solve the remaining Turks without waiting for Mou Guoxi's order.

No one surrendered, nor did anyone accept surrender. The relationship between people on the battlefield is so simple, either a comrade or an enemy. Since it is an enemy, it is to die.

"Captain, the resistance of these Tianfang people is quite tenacious."

Taking advantage of the time of resting, Wu Linhai said in confusion.

"Didn't it mean that as long as the city is broken, the enemy will give up resisting? Look at them one by one, but there is no intention of giving up."

"Give up? If we were the one who defended the city, would we probably give up resisting?"

Mou Guoxi asked back.

In fact, he knew very well the reason why these people resisted tenaciously. They were just to protect their own city.

Looking at the corpses of the people in the sky on the ground, there were many elderly men, whose white hair and beard were dyed red with blood. Why did they choose to stay at home, but chose to fight? They also had the motivation to fight for it.

Looking at the corpses on the ground, for a moment, Mou Guoxi sighed, and then he said again.
Chapter completed!